Why Scary Stuff is Good
Today’s Brew: Water. For some unknown reason I’ve broken out in hives and I’m afraid to have anything more interesting than that.
Quite a few of us are horror fans here, but that’s not the type of scary I’m talking about. I’m talking about the real life scary stuff. The stuff that give you unreasonable anxiety and makes you freeze in place at its very thought.
As a makeup artist, I do almost all of my work on location. Usually it involves a crew of people that I work with on a regular basis. In a pack, I never mind walking into an unfamiliar location. But today I got hired to go to someone’s house to get them ready for a concert. I was terrified. I’d never met these people, and no one else could go with me. I’d just talked to the lady on the phone. Another vendor referred her to me. Julie, as my emergency contact, had all the info about addresses and phone numbers and she instructed me to check in with her regularly, even though she thought I was being a little ridiculous.
My imagination had kicked into overdrive, as it always does in these situations. What if they don’t want makeup and they just want to do horrible things to me? What if they don’t pay me or rob me? I mean, we’ve all watched the Lifetime movies. Shit happens.
Thankfully, the people did want makeup. They were very nice. They paid me what they were supposed to. No issues.
Today I made some money and some new friends, just by doing something I usually would have said no to (I don’t usually take that kind of job). It made me think of all of the other scary things I’ve done in the past.
I’m terrified of planes, but I love to travel. I used to stress out so badly I scared the other passengers. If I wanted to see places, I had to get over it.
I quit a good paying full time job to go back to school. At age thirty one. I pursued freelance makeup artistry. In Boston. Not Hollywood, not New York. I never know when the phone is going to ring, and I have no safety net, but I couldn’t be happier. I love going to work. It took a while to build things up, but it was totally worth it.
The first time I posted my writing it was first 100 words of my book in a Linked In group. Someone said they’d read more. I was over the moon. Through that, I got involved in a monthly short story contest and now will be included in my very first anthology. When Immortal Dilemma went up on Authonomy, my very first comment was from someone I’d just read shred another book. I literally shook while I waited for the comment to load. She read the whole thing and loved it. The comment was so awesome I wanted to rent billboard space so the whole world could see it. Julie and I used to freeze with fear sending out queries. OK, so the first couple didn’t go so well, but once I figured out what I was doing wrong, things improved dramatically. Now I can share my writing without any fear.
So what scares you? Is it holding you back? You might find it’s not so scary after all.